I'm Barbie, and the person of interest is my son David, or as we call him, DJ. He lost his life at 23 years old on 10/18/2025. He is the oldest of the two children I was blessed to have.

He had issues that we had been going back and forth to all kinds of doctors for since he was about 3 years old. It turns out all his life he was, like many in his age group, misdiagnosed. When he turned 5, the school made me put him on meds for ADHD. The older he got, the more problems developed. At 17 years old, he was done with doctor's visits that didn't help, and he decided that being checked into Kingwood Pines could offer some help. Because the spells he had, which had been labeled as extreme PTSD anxiety fits with violent outbursts accompanied by night terrors, had not been seen by any of his doctors, I had him admitted like he wanted for help. Until the day of his passing, we still do not know the real reason for his conditions. We did, however, find out those spells were a form of seizure. They affected his everyday life and limited his interactions because the triggers that set him off were so erratic that getting a handle on them was impossible. He couldn't live a normal life in the aspects of growing up and being able to do things that we take for granted. He couldn't get a license to drive, nor could he work to make money to support his life how he wanted. Sounds could trigger an episode, and anyone within reach, unless you had the knowledge of his condition and what to do, was in danger of being hurt or injured. His life was limited, but he was what saved me from myself and the bad choices I was making in my life when I found out I was pregnant with him. It didn't matter to me at all what he had or didn't have; he was perfect the way he was. I wasn't supposed to be able to have children, but yet here he was. He changed my world and reshaped everything I thought I knew and wanted.

The past few years led me here asking for help because I was involved in a motorcycle accident that I was lucky enough to walk away from, but I cannot work. His father passed away a little over 2 years ago. His sister is now in college, and his death has been an extremely hard thing to deal with. I have nothing saved up for anything of this magnitude. He is my only son, and he deserves to have something that can celebrate his life. So that's why I'm asking for your help. I'm not someone who asks for help ever, so this is something very new to me, and to be honest, it seems very strange, but I cannot imagine him not being appreciated for what he is and what he means to me. Anything and everything will be greatly appreciated. I am at a loss in so many ways when it comes to these things. Thank you for all of your help.